The waiter was sweating profusely. Looking at the clearly disoriented woman in front of him, he hesitated before asking, "Sir, do you really have two more pots?"

She was already like this after drinking one pot; the waiter couldn't imagine what would happen if she drank two more.

"What? Are you afraid I don't have money?" Can Yaoyao slammed her hand on the table angrily, spilling some of the gold and silver from her purse. She then arrogantly picked up a piece and threw it into the waiter's hand.

The waiter looked at the loose silver in his hand, shook his head helplessly, and turned to get her two jugs of wine.

"Here's your wine, sir," the waiter said, bringing the wine before leaving.

Why would such a perfectly healthy young girl drink so much alcohol?

Drowning sorrows in alcohol?

Can Yaoyao's eyes lit up. Qin Xiaoyao really didn't lie to me. This wine leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth, and its slightly spicy taste is truly delightful!

She feels full of energy now! Except for feeling a little dizzy.

"Glug glug..." Another large bowl of wine went down.

Can Yaoyao, her eyes glazed, clutched the wine jug, her face flushed a vibrant red. "Hiccup..."

Silkworm Yaoyao rubbed her nose. What...what's that smell?

His gaze drifted out of the building, staring blankly at a tattered figure from behind, muttering to himself, "Hiccup...why does he look so much like Qin Xiaoyao?"

But that person was old, ugly, and dirty; he was definitely not her handsome Qin Xiaoyao.

Can Yaoyao pouted and looked away, then, still half asleep, clutching the wine jug, slowly slumped onto the table and drifted off to sleep…

The carefree old Taoist priest walking down the street felt a chill run down his spine and shivered.

He hunched his shoulders, wondering why it was so cold. Had he caught a chill?

The carefree old Taoist touched his head in a daze.

...

"alright"

Dou Shiliu raised her eyes slightly and said with a smile, "Hurry up and come down."

A graceful figure swayed in the night breeze on the rooftop, with a large jade bead tied at the very top. Tao Yao Yan lightly touched that spot, and it immediately lit up, shining brightly.

Dou Shiliu below only saw the white-clad, elegant gentleman smiling at her.

Tao Yaoyan flew down from the roof, and Dou Shiliu caught him in his arms.

"Little Grass, we'll get married tomorrow," Tao Yaoyan said, holding Dou Shiliulou tightly and gently resting her head on her shoulder, her eyes filled with starlight.

"Hmm..." Dou Shiliu was also happy. It was great that no dogs had bothered them recently.

Tao Yaoyan was truly overjoyed; his excitement infected the entire Linwu, making everyone who saw him feel joy.

"Um... excuse me."

Bai Tuan's voice suddenly appeared, breaking the sweet atmosphere.

Dou Shiliu said coldly, without any expression, "You'd better have something important to say."

The white ball didn't actually want to disturb its host and the main god's sweet time, but this third prince of the Dragon King was really, really difficult to handle.

Bai Tuan said with a bitter face, "My dear host, this Third Prince has been crying for three days!"

Looking at the Third Prince across from him, whose mouth had been sealed shut, tears streamed from his grape-sized eyes, and the area beneath his body was soaked.

Bai Tuan has a slight headache.

"Is he crying?" Dou Shiliu's tone turned icy, making the white ball of fur tremble.

"Ugh... I'm... crying."

“Let him laugh for three days, or he will see his father’s head.”

She dared to cry on her wedding day? What was she crying about? Crying that her mother was dead?

The white ball shuddered violently. "Awesome, no wonder you're the host."

He turned around and threatened the Third Prince, saying fiercely, "If you keep crying, your father's head can be used as a football for Liang to kick around."

The Third Prince looked at the white ball with wet eyes, his mouth pursed, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word. However, as he lowered his head, the tears flowed down his eyelashes, hanging there as if about to drip.

In addition, he was also very cute, which made Bai Tuan feel a little sorry for him.

After all, they robbed the Dragon Palace and even kidnapped the carefree prince to suffer.

Seeing his slightly aggrieved look, Bai Tuan patted him with sympathy, "Be strong, brother."

The Third Prince remained silent, his heart heavy with sorrow.

These two wicked people are in cahoots.

Outside.

The coldness in Dou Shiliu's eyes grew even stronger, which Tao Yaoyan, who was holding her, could clearly see.

"What's wrong?"

Tao Yaoyan looked down at her, "Little Grass, are you unhappy?"

No, I'm very happy.

Dou Shiliu withdrew her coldness and smiled slightly at him. She had been so busy being angry that she had forgotten about the cannon fodder.

Make sure the Third Prince laughs for three days and three nights straight at the wedding banquet!

“Liar…” Tao Yaoyan’s eyes dimmed slightly, but the coldness in them could not be erased.

This made Dou Shiliu cry foul. When did she ever give her cannon fodder boss a hard time?

Seeing that Tao Yaoyan was getting grumpy, Dou Shiliu was just about to coax her when...

"Hiccup... I'm back..."

With a rosy complexion, Can Yaoyao staggered to Tao Yaoyan's side.

Bright eyes stared at him, "Ew...hiccup...", she pointed at him, "hiccup...what a beautiful fairy..."

Silkworm Yaoyao smelled the faint scent of peach blossoms in the air, "It smells so good..."

Someone has automatically ignored the main wife.

Dou Shiliu's eyes darkened, and Bai Tuan could tell at a glance that someone's jealousy had been exposed.

But Can Yaoyao, fearless of death, kept trying to get close to Tao Yaoyan.

"Fairy brother... hiccup...can I bite you...?" Can Yaoyao smacked her lips at Tao Yaoyan with a drop of saliva left in her mouth.